Dear suicide and depression
I hate you
You are the reason insomnia holds me hostage each night
I hate you
You are the reason why my mother is so angry with the world
So I hate you
You are the reason i no longer see beautiy in things i use to love
So i still hate you
You are the reason i fear my brother will not come home again
I hate you
You are the reason why my wrist has so many scars
I hate you
You are the reason anxiety has come to the party but i dont want to be at the party
So i will say this i have always hated and will always hate you even though you have been running and growing in me since I was a child
Sincerely,
Cheshire
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BROKEN late night thoughts
ŞiirThoughts that pass threw my head as I lay awake at night. Most of them are crazy. Please read in black
